Jack just woke up crying. Bad dream, I suspect.
He wouldn't say, in any case. He just wanted water. And cuddles.
I didn't feel bad for him. I never do when he or Isaac cry. I don't see them suffering, just soaking up life. Suffering is going to bed hungry, or living in danger. Not bad dreams.
I never thought I'd say this, but it was nice to be needed again at night.
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